![]() ![]() Walker’s particular genius is in stitching together a towering Frankenstein out of something as tiny as minutes. The main character is a perfectly imagined twelve-year-old named Julia, but this is not young adult fiction. Ostensibly, the plot hangs on a bit of science, but don’t let that scare you away: the earth’s rotation has slowed, days extended by fifty-six minutes. Published in 2013, Karen Thompson Walker’s THE AGE OF MIRACLES is a sneak attack of a book that deserves to be read. In real life, it is terrifying to navigate the collapsing tunnel of aging some days sprint by, some days I am bitten by nostalgia and overwhelmed by sadness. I’m a control freak, and time is the biggest and baddest of beasts, mysterious and confounding. Time is frightening to me-hours lost at bad dinner parties, seconds stolen in conversation with dullards. I’m now at the age where time is a villain in a horror movie. ![]()
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